News correspondents and talking heads were chuckling today over a 'mistake' Obama made in speaking to a group in Russia. He was referring to how he met his wife in a classsroom.
What a hoot, the newsies said. Is he ever going to catch it from the Mrs. They didn't meet in a classroom. They went to the same school but at different times. Nosiree. They met at the law firm where they both worked. Ha ha ha. Ho ho ho.
My husband and I just celebrated our thirty-fourth anniversary in June. He has the sentimentality of a cat. And while he might not be able to tell you what I was wearing, he remembers where and under what circumstances we met.
Since we know the Obamas didn't meet in school, we know he lied. Did he also lie about the sweet meeting at the lawfirm and falling in love with his 'boss?'
Why lie at all? This man's whole life is a lie, from who paid his tuition, to how he found his way to Chicago and got involved in 'community organizing' with the ever more malevolent ACORN to the purchase of his home (such a deal!) He pays homage to a father who came here on a scholarship that he didn't follow through on, knocked up his mother and deserted her - and him - to be taken in by grandparents, then during his campaign, all but refers to that grandmother who scrimped and saved to give him a good life a racist. To his credit, he did take a day or two off from campaigning when she died to hit the Hawaiian surf for some photo ops.
But this genius, this man everyone thinks is so brilliant, has now told so many lies, he can't even keep the one straight about how he met his wife.
This isn't cute. It's weird. It's hinkey. Something is wrong here.
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